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VOL I.
N.OCTURN.
Outside his nnreory windojW stands,"
A tall green piuo-troe
And every nltfht it beckons
And waves its shadowy hands:
Whether the breeze flies lightly.
Or whether the winds blow OTine-tree;” wild,
It’s "Good night to you now,
"Good night to you,, little child." ,
The bright moon looks through Its branches,
The thin moon splendid and new;
It spreads a snaro lor the dewdrops;
And stars hang sparkling through: sunlight,
But moonlight, and starlight, and
The great-winged winds and tho breezo-
With the little child to wave to
What should it care for these?
When in the lonely midnight.
Awake with the storm and rail*
He opens tho chiuk iu tho curtain
To peer through the window-pane,
He can hear the pine-tree saying—
Over and over, too—
‘“The night is wet and windy, .
But I’m staying awake with you.”
Every night at bedtime
A small hand waves to the tree,
A small face smiles through the twilight,
Pressing the pane to see 1
;
And whether the breeze wind flies lightly,
Or whether the blow wild.
It’s "Good night to you now, O I’ine-tree”—
"Good night to you, littJe"child.”
—Rosamond Marriott Watson.
$ ; ACHHET’S RIDE. *
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0 A SOUDANESE WAR TALE.
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In the early stages of the Anglo-
Egyptian advance" «p the Nile-in*l896,
several thousand soldier? of all colors,
with camels, horses, mules, guns,
wagons, gunboats in sections, and the
end of an unfinished "railroad, were
waiting at Wady Haifa for the Nile to
rise sufficiently to permit the naviga¬
tion of the Second Cataract. Mean-
while, detached bodies of the cavalry
and camel-corps were continually
scouring the surrounding desert for
marauding parties of the enemy.-
A troop of two hundred men, under
Captain Somerville, one" day sighted a
strong force of dervishes.,about five
miles from Amka, and gave chase—
and a long chase it jrroved. As they
advanced farther into the desert, little
knots of Arabs were continually
springing up from nowhere, as ,it
seemed, and joining the enemy.
Captain Somerville and his two hun¬
. ..brisk
dred charged, with shouts and a
fire “of; revolvers and carbines, and
were met 4n the most provoking man¬
ner possible! The. dervishes- did not-
meet the shock, but scattered, and as
the troopers rode in, the dervishes
closed round and engulfed the little
force. In half a minute the whole
scene went out in a cloud- of dust and
smoke, through- which vaguely ap¬
peared black faces and" arms, flashing
eyes, squealing, hobbling -camel-heads,
with the mingle'd reek of" guupowder,
ill-smelling hot leather and camel’s-
hair dominating the Whole.
There was sharp, close fighting as
the British force strove to cut its way-
through, which it finally succeeded in
doiug, aud made for a small hillock
dotted with rough black boulders.
Every soldier dismounted, dropped
behind one of thes$ and opened a hot
fire that checked pursuit.
To Captain Somerville,at five o’clock
iu the afternoon, the situation did not
seem comforting". The men had little
water in their flasks: their cartridges
were few. They could not hope; for
aid from Wady Haifa, ten miles away,
unless word could be sent through.
When the captain called for a mes¬
senger, every one volunteered to
undertake the hazardous service. Only
three were selected—an English
trooper of the Staffordshire regiment,
an Egyptian subaltern, and: Achmet
Ben Houssain, a young member of the
friendly Arab scouts.
Achmet was a youngster of about
seventeau, proud iu the possession of
a dromedary, a Martini and a belt of
cartridges. He had joined tile force
with his father aud most of his tribe,
a3 free scouts. The three were to
leave the camp separately, as soon as
it became dark.
When the swift darkness -of old
Egypt came on, the English trooper
shook hands with his comrades,
tightened his belt and crept off down
into the gloom on foot. The Egyjitian
subaltern followed without a, word to
any one.
Lastly young Achmet. sailed out on
his beloved dromedary, aud com¬
menced to ride around the hillock in
a spiral direction that' brought him
continually nearer the besiegers’lines.
He trusted that his course would pro¬
duce the impr'essioii ' that he was a
chief riding about on a tour of inspec¬
tion. This artifice seemed to have
succeeded whoa a voice challenged
him. r— - — ■ - —
TRIBUNE #
“Don’t G-ivo Up tile Slxlx>. ,v
BUCHANAN, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 12. 1808.
Achinet was about to reply when he
heard a pistol-shot from the other side
of the position,then a volley of firing
and confusion—then silence. One of
the three messengers had been killed.
Boused by the uproar, the dervishes
near Achmet began again to fire atthd
dusky hillside, so the shrewd boy,
.raised his rifle and fired with, the rest,
taking care to shoot so that his bullets
would go high. Then he continued
his round, constantly edging toward
the desert.
Three times they challenged the
boy, but he answered so readily so
that they let him pass. But all had
seen him and he was watched closely.
At 'last Achmet thought himself
clear of the enemy. He settled in his
saddle,lashed his camel over the flank
with the end of his long rawhide
halter, and broke into a gallop, which
was injudicious, for the dervishes per¬
ceived no reason for this speed. Shouts
followed him, then several bullets
spit sharply as they struck • into the
sand ahead.
In another moment suspicion seemed
to have become conviction in the
Mahdist mind. Achmet heard the bub¬
bling grunts of camels being pulled
up, and then the heavy padding of
big feet in the rear. On he galloped.
And now he heard news of another
•of the three messengers. As the hill
faded out in- the darkness, there was
a second outburst of angry cries and
a few shots. Achmet felt $ little thrj.ll
as he realized that on him.' alone de¬
pended tire r'es'Cile of the two hundred.
The dervishes in pursuit were firing
now, but the night was dark, and
they could not shoot accurately by
sound of his galloping as he lashed his
own beast to. a good eight-mile pace.
His camel rolled and pitched like a
ship at sea, while now' and again a
bullet whined over his head through
the darkness. But the pursuers were
no* gaining. So Achmet presently let
his camel relax into the regular
_
natural trotting pace of the animal,
and mile upon mile passed with no
sound but the padding of the soft feet
on sand, or the occasional splitting
crack of a rifle.
" •Six "miles were covered, and the
trained sense of the young Arab told
him the Nile was ..near. When the
moon slowly rolled up, bronze and
large, Over the distant ranges that
border the Bed sea. Achmet had been
expecting this with dread. As the
light spread over the black and cor¬
rugated landscape he looked back and
saw his The.light pursuers distinctly—five of
them. served them equally
well for a scattering volley, and to
Achmet the flying lead whistled replied near.
He turned in his saddle and
with his Martini. The first shot
wild; the next lamed a camel, and
one rider was out of the chase.
But he must get out of range, and
he again urged the dromedary • to a
gallop. The Mahdiats galloped; .too,
but the gap grew wider* Hour hun-
dred yards’ interval became six" and
eight hundred. Already-lie" saw in
the distance an irregular line which
might have been a row of squat stakes,
but which was the fringe of palms
alono- the Nile.
Straight onward Achmet rode, while
the dervishes fired wildly in hope of
stopping him short of a place of
safety. Now the feathery palms were
clear and black in the moonlight,
T>vo minutes more and he rode be-
neath them. Iu front foamed the
rushing.Nile, surging over the hun-
dred black crags and boulders that
block the Second Cataract. He was
. too far up-stream for northward' the camp
He turned to ride on the
bpntpn track hv thp rivpr wbpn it
peculiar, soft; “thu,d” "camel; spqnded under-
his saddle, and the hit by a
bullet, grunted, tottered, and .sank to
its knees. sprang ' , ", • q
The boy ii)d clear with an agile
bound, stood for ii moment I-p dis-
may. He thought of his danger,then
of the little beleaguered band up cm
the hillock in the desert, and all the
traditions of his tribe urged him to
lay down his life if need be, but to
stand fast to the service he had taken.
The rocky shores of the Nile were
strewn with driftwood from the dis¬
tant equatorial forests. Achmet fired
two defiant shots at the oucomiug
dervishes, dropped hie rifle, threw
himself upon a half-stranded log, and
ran it before him witharush that sent
it shooting far into the whirling tor¬
rent.
He went clear under water with the
impetus, and the water -wa'S cdol and
refreshiug. When he rose .lie was ig
the grip of the rapids, and the bullets
were cutting into the water all aroqnd
him. The strong current drove him
downward,and he was absolutely help¬
less in its grasp. Down chutes or
whirling dikzily in eddies he went,
with a grim and gasping determina¬
tion to cling to his log, and to reach
the British post below.
He escaped crushiug as by a
miracle; often the log revolved, and
he went under in a choking dash of
waves, and foam. He could not see i
where he was drifting, much less
direct his course beyond fending
blindly off the rocks as they loomed
up close beside him. Suddenly, as a
leaping wave lifted him, he saw the
quiet rows of white tents ashore, and
a little lower the lights of Wady
Haifa.
His voyage was finished; it onlyre-
maiue 1 to laud. An eddy rolled him,
log and all, shore ward, and he clutched
desperately .at prdjecting crags. They
helped him ".to shallow water, whence
he waded ashore.
Drippiug aud battered and too
dazed to give the countersign, Achmet
was found by a sentry, and banded j
over to the officer of the guard. had
Iu half an hour the bugles 1
blown and two regiments had paraded
in the open and set off rapidly east-
ward, singing vociferously au auda-
cious parody:
On the road to Dongolay! Dongolay!
On the road to
And Achmet Ben Houssain,provided
with a fresh camel and rifle, went
with them as guide;,
The morning wind brought to the
rescuers the sound of firing, faint in
the distance, and they came to the
spot a little after. jThe attacked;"'there garrison sallied
as the relieving force
was a sharp skirmish, hot hand-to-
hand fighting. But the dervishes
taken between two tires, fled.
After the water-bottles had been
handed over to’ the late 'besieged,
Achmet was the hero of the hour. A
little bewildered by the boisterous
enthusiasm of the troopers, he yet
stbod with the clignitv of a true son
of the desert. The few words of
grave commendation from his tribes-
men impressed him more than all,
except the fact that he was offered
rifles and camels enough to supply au
arsenal or a caravan. Captain Somer-
ville shook hands with him aud com¬
plimented him, and Achinet felt at
peace with himself, aud that he had
been true to his salt.—Youth’s Com-
panion.
Passing of the Courier.
Up to times- within the memory of
living men, almost no one of means
traveled through Europe without a
courier. Before railroads were built
and before good guide hooks ivere
• printed "he was almost indispensable.
His tribe survives, but iu greatly di¬
minished numbers. To the self-reliant
traveler "he is of no use whatever. In-
deed he 18 frequently a positive en-
cumbrance, and worse. To my mind,
one of tne great pleasures of travel
is in learning travel by myself. There
fs satisfaction, pleasure and education
in planning routes, deciphering time
tables, making bargains, learning by
observation the lay of the land,
Ehe H me ma y have been when a
courier couldsave a traveler more than
1 km cost. Most certainly that is not
* ue case n °w\ On the contrary, as he
gets a percentage on every purchase
^is P aid P makes (which, of course,
comes out of the purchaser in in-
creased prices), and as it is often tor
^is interest to advise the more costly
route, the ^ore costly hotel or the
more costly excursion, he eats up
ma ch more than his wages, while
saving positively nothing. Bean de-
glares that in a two weeks’ trip in
southern Spain., which he made side
by side with a couple having a courier,
' he invariably reached the hotel first,
S 0 * the*, better rooms, saw all the
,..sights to as good advantage; yet the
courier was of .his kind an expert,
dhe fact is that travel, h^s become ao
> general, tourist, companies, railroads
and landlords have so well studied its
needs, books are so plentiful, that
J oU couldn t very well get oil the
track or have a mishap if you tiied.
Bobert Luce in Going Abroad.
<2<in<lrupe<l Fowls.
Traceyville, near Honesdale, Penn, -
has a large number of chickens with
four legs. The chicken is now a big
rooster, aud he is very proud of his I
extra legs. A short time ago a farmer j
named McGown found a four-legged j !
chicken under one of his hens, the
two extra legs being attached to tho
breast, just beneath the wings. And
now the managers of the Wayne
County Agricultural society will offer
a reward of $50 for a five-legged
chicken, aud the heus-of the. county,
are expected ' to. do their duty,—New
Y6rii Press;
THE SAMOAN WIDOW’S GRIEF".
It Clustered Around tho Family Rifle
After Her Husband Had Ileeu Katon.
The Samoan will give away any¬
thing which he possesses when an¬
other member of his family comes
along and asks for it. This makes
persoual property a most fluctuating
matter. Oue thing, liowever, is never
given away under any circumstances,
and that is the rifle which each man
keeps in good order and in readiness
for the outbreak of hostilities, No
attempt has been made by the Euro¬
pean officials to disarm the natives,
but a close watch is kept on the im¬
portation of any new munitions of war.
When the yacht John Williams of the
London Missionary society returned
from a tour of the stations in New
Guinea, which are served by Samoan
pastors, it brought the sad news that
Neemia, a respected " native mission¬
ary in a remote nook of the Gulf of
Papua, had been eaten by his imper-
feetly converted congregation. The
mission vessel arrived too late to snve
the pastor, but just in time to rescue
his wife Masina, who was defending
her house with a single rifle against a
horde of savages. MasinawasTfougnt
back to Apia in the John Williams, her
grief somewhat tempered by the
knowledge that for some time to come
she would be a central figure at all
district meetings of the mission,
where she would be expected to tell
her story. * In a few days the treaty
officials received from Icing Malietoo
an official communication signed with
the royal sign manual and duly sealed
with the great seal. Iu it he recited
the caunabalism which had been prac¬
ticed upon Neemia and the bravery of
Masina. Iu consideration of these
sad events aa d the great grief into
" hieh the "n ido.w was plunged, lie had
g lv en her permission to retain the
tamily rifle and her store of ammuui-
tion aud to bring it ashore with her.
rhe mischief had been done and was
beyond repair. All that remained for
^ ie °‘*idal board to do was sharply to
remind tke lung that he had no pow ee
p rald Finding permits for the con-
trabaud muuitionsof war and to assure
him that the Berlin treaty took no
cognizance of grief so profound that
d mu ®J Fe assuaged by rifles. —New
rork Sun.
I’igeons in War.
During the siege of Paris in the
Franco-Prussian war the eyes of the
whole world were • open to the
knowledge that homing pigeons are
not merely playthings. Constituting
as they did the only means of com¬
munication with the outside world,
they gained a warm place in the
hearts of the residents of Paris. So
important was the part played by
them iu this war that it led to mauy
of the European powers expending
enormous sumsof money in the equip¬
ment of homiugpigeon services, which
are still maintained upon a magnifi¬
cent scale.
Messages carried by the navy de¬
partment pigeons are written on the
thinnest rice paper, incased in a tiny
aluminium holder, capsule shaped,
fastened to the bird’s leg. Professor
Marion of the Annapolis Naval acad¬
emy is the inventor of this message
holder, which is water tight and weighs
only eight grains.
I’igeons used iu carrying dispatches
upon the ocean are trained up and
down the coast for about 100 miles
each \.a,\ i om home, flaming on
the coast has a double purpose—cc-
custommg the birds to their baskets
and getting them used to being tossed
as well as making them familiar with
the coast, When birds are liberated
at sea, upon sighting land they will
start for it at once, striking the shore
at the nearest point. Having once
reached land they will proceed homo
by the nearest overland route. , *
An Arctic Railroad. ‘ *
A railroad is being talked of to ex¬
tend entirely across northern ^jweden
and Norway from the northern end of
the Gulf of Finland, northwest to Ofo-
teu on the Atlantic, .about 120 miles
north of the Arctic Circle. A part.of
the route is formed by an old railroad
built for carrying, iron ore, most of
which is north of the Arctic Circle,
and Sweden has now provided for ex-
tending it 148 miles to the Norwegian from
border at a point only 25 miles
Ofoten. At the other end the railroad
will connect with a line in Finland,
down to the east ebast of the Gulf of
Finland, aud from the Finnish border
to Ofoten the length of the line will
be just 300 miles. The Swedish line
is estimated to cost about $6,000,000
and is,to. be built largely for strategic
reasons.—Iron Age.
NO. 3().
CUBA’S INFANT WARRIORS.
Native l*oys of Teu Who Are Fighting?
Like Veterans.
“►Spanish warfare has made soldiers
of babes.” This remark from the lips
of Marti referred to the ten years’
struggle which ended so disastrously
for Cuban freedom. Had Marti li\*?l
through tho present war his epigram¬
matic utterance could have been ap-
plied even moro appropriately to the
existing insurrection. Eor ftever ia
the history of warfare, ancient or
modern, have children been forced to
fight for freedom as have the boys of
Cuba. Every insurgent camp is wit-
ness to this, and Gomez, Garcia,
Lacret, Mendez and the host of other
brave leaders have found it simply
impossible to restrain the boys of teu,
twelve and fourteen who insist on
handling rifles and machetes.
Little wonder, however, that these
boys are fighting for freedom, for as a
rule, they are the last of a name, all
that is left of the heroic families that
died from starvation or by the bullet
of the Spaniard. They know no pity,
for they were accorded none. They
are men in trials, and the only fear is
that when the war is over they will be
desperadoes of the next decade.
Grover Flint tells the thrilling story
of a boy of eleven who fought by his
side like a hero of Balaclava. Nor is
this the only instance, for these young
fellows fight with all the determina¬
tion and desperation of men. Few of
tluftn realize the full import of the
strife, for to them it is a war for ven¬
geance, and even if they are not prop¬
erly recruited and entered among the
soldiers, they yet manage to keep in
touch with the leaders, and seem to
sniff a battle as a dog does its game.
When the moment for action comes
they nre in the middle of the strife,
lying low if the rest of the troop is
advancing cautiously, and dashing
forward at the right moment to kill or
be killed. To them life seems to have
no value, but to end it us did their
fathers and brothers.
As spies they have proved of in¬
estimable value to some of th,e insur¬
gent chiefs. One of Geueral Maceo’s
most ardent followers was a young
mulatto barely fifteen years old. He
was killed jn the last yhargo the great
leader made before he met his own
death. It was to him that Maceo in¬
trusted some of Jds inor:t imp ahuTm or t
communications lor Gomez,
variably,the Spanish boy successfully eluded
the troops. He knew every
hill and dale, every plantation and
shelter in the Western provinces, and
there it was that his services were
most largely called into requisition.
At Bayauio there were found on the
field of carnage at least a dozen of
these brave little fellows, each with
I the machete still firmly gripped, heroes
whose lives had hardly begun before
the bullet of the Spaniard ended them.
There lies in the cemetery of Havana
the bodies of a group of students
whose story has been told aud retold,
but whose zeal in the cause of Cuba
Libre has ever beeu an inspiration to
the young patriots. A monument has
been erected to their memory, but no
stone marks the trenches in which lie
hundreds of children who have
their lives that their country rnigbV
be free.
Mine. Meissonier’s Gift to France.
Mme. Meissonier’s legacy to the
Louvre is more important tliau was
thought. Among the oil paintings of
her late husband are the “Madonna
del Bacio, ” “Le Chant,’’two portraits
of himself, one executed in 1872 and
the other in 1889, “Une Messe a la
Chapelle de la Yierge Miraculeuse a
St. Marc de Venise,” “Samson Abat-
tant les Philistins,” “Un Soleil Oou-
cliant dans la foret de St. Germain,”
“Cavalier#,” “Louis XIII,” “Eu
route,” “J, J. Eousseau, descendant
un viel escalier de hois a Lausanne,”
“B.uine des Tuileries, Siege de Paris,”
for which Mine. Meissonier refused
800,000 francs. With the above are
fifteen water-color" paintings aud a
.quantity of-studies- in . pencil. “Le
Chant” was painted in 1883. The
ehanteuse or songstress is Mme. Meis-
sonior.—London News.
Showery.
Boy—Mr. Smithers wants to know
if you’ll lend him an umbrella. He
says you know him.
“You may say that I do kuow him.
He will probably understand why you
didn’t bring the umbrella.”—Boston
Transcript.
Tlu> Cause of Canrer.
As the result of 50 years’ experience
and investigation it is claimed that
cancer is chiefly caused by eating too
muck meat and especially pork.